"Have you hid it yet?" inquired Ted.
"Yes, I put it hid," answered Baby William, and when they looked they saw him sitting on the floor near the chimney.
Then began the hunt for the bean bag. Aunt Jo and the two Curlytops looked in all the places in which they thought Trouble might have hidden it. They peered into boxes and old trunks, under boards, around the ledges of rafters and beams and everywhere.
"I guess we can't find it!" said Aunt Jo at last. "You hid it too well, Trouble. Tell us where you put it and then hide it in an easier place next time. Where is the bean bag, dear?"
"I—I sittin' on it!" laughed Trouble, and when he got up, there, surely enough, was the bag under him on the attic floor.
How they both did laugh at him, and Trouble laughed, too, and they had lots more fun, each one taking a turn to hide the bag.
Now and then the children would go to the window to look out, but they could see little. All Cresco was snowed in. As far as the children could see, no one was in the street.
Cresco, where the Curlytops lived, was a large town, and there was a trolley line running through it, but not near the home of Janet and Ted.
"But I guess the trolley isn't running to-day," Teddy remarked, after a game of bean-bag.
"I guess not," agreed Aunt Jo. "The cars would be snowed under."